Woman’s Worth: A Cinq Trois Deca La Rhyme* Your staring wide grinning eyes consume the beauty I behold. From my face to my toes you gaze as if I’m a shining gold. Words will be futile, ‘cause your malicious gape speak for itself. Dark dreamy, steamy scenes your mind creates, I can see myself. Stop!… Continue reading Woman’s Worth: A Cinq Trois Deca La Rhyme*
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